xxx
turned by my back on world
I'm going to love you
instead of sunday
that absolute life
always ends in the same way
on monday
your landlady
will chuck it out to the container
together with scraps of our bodies
and another rubbish from the week-end
xxx
the leaves are falling
wind
is waiting behind the housing estate
table vase and flower
by which I won't hit you
and I will neither stroke you
I don't know it my love
I have a limp in both hands
I'm pouring a rum into the coffee
(waiting for woman
is always
like waiting for woman)
so come
it is already raining
the leaves are falling and wind –
that real
is waiting here for you with me
xxx
"god is dead"
a wise man cried out
a stupid one crossed himself quickly
and god
as though he had heard
and seen nothing
he confirmed the wisdom to a wise man
stupidity to a stupid one
I'm getting older
"exactly like father"
the grandma felt joy
"whom that boy takes after"
she complained a few years later
"you are like delon"
mary said to me
delon was popular
I was popular too
"is it like strážay
hevier
or pém?
specify more"
tatiana, who liked it
long and slowly,
advised me
"are you not mucha?"
shy associate professor
wondered during the whole semester
to my colleague julie
I reminded of her brother
maybe that's why
she didn't have an affair with me
in a small quiet flat
in a long narrow corridor
where the light hasn't been shining for ages
I look into the mirror every day
who knows where are
all those I'm similar to
mary tatiana julie
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